Tonight I took my 1,000th Instagram shot. It was taken at a restaurant called Lucky in Roanoke, Virginia. And I am lucky to have had the chance to take this shot.
What the photo doesn't show is that I was ducking out in the cold to talk with Shane after an episode at school we can't quite figure out, and that I couldn't feel my toes because it's so frigid, and that on the third day of travel I start to get lonely, and punchy, especially when driving three hours with an achy back. On long drives I start to over think things, though I have ways to cope. Music, loud (new Bob Mould). Prayers, going.
But I got here.
And the oysters were good.